How embarrassing. Inching toward the tollbooth at the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge in Staten Island, Morris Benun had just fumbled in his pocket for his wallet when he realised that it was not there. He checked the dashboard, the car seats, the floor beneath him. Not there. How was he going to pay the toll and get home?
Anxiously scanning the cars stretched across the toll plaza in an endless procession, Morris searched for a familiar face. He was in luck
Sitting in a car several lanes away was a man whom Morris was vaguely acquainted: David Maniye. Morris put his car in park, dashed across the lanes and hastily explained his dilemma. With a cheerful smile, David gave Morris the money for the toll.
As Morris sprinted back to his car, he shouted his thanks and promised to repay his friend.
Twelve years later, Morris was leaving Mount Sinai Hospital where he had been visiting his wife , who had just given birth. As he approached his car, he noticed a Department of Transportation officer who was issuing tickets to cars whose meters had expired. Morris observed the expired meter of the car parked behind his.
Impulsively he pulled four quarters out of his pocket and slipped them into the meter, just as the officer advanced toward the car.
At the same time, the owner of the car advanced as well, taking in the whole scene.
It was David Maniye, whom Morris hadn't seen in twelve years. They regarded each other in astonishment and awe.
David too was returning from a visit to Mount Sinai, where his wife had just given birth.
They smiled at each other in recognition, remembering the dollar at the bridge toll - the dollar that Morris had not yet had the chance to repay. Until now,